On the 20th of September 2015, my father passed away. It’s been one year since that day, one year since my life changed forever.
I wrote about Dad passing away over on my old blog. You can read about it here: Saying goodbye to my dad. But this post, is about my life since that day. And it probably won’t be pretty. These are just words that need to get out, one way or another. And when you’re a writer, it’s best that they come out like this.
I remember the 20th of September 2015 as if it were last week. It was a Sunday and just about everything seems to be in the sharpest detail. From the message I received that Dad had been taken to hospital as he wasn’t feeling well, to the crushing, numbing, soul-shattering realisation that I was about to say goodbye to my father. For real this time. We’ve had scares before, when he had his first heart attack just before my 11th birthday, or when he had a bipass and almost didn’t make the recovery. It was different this time. That one message told me that this was it. I was going to lose him.